Notes
New Orleans parties and it prays. Water permeates the city: river, thunderstorms, canals, hurricanes. An eternal baptism, revelers washed in grace. And when sunrise gilds the cathedrals, calling out sparks in the discarded plastic beads and broken glass, it's a hallelujah chorus.
"I'll find my city in my soul, because I plan on growing old on the Avenue"
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